How do we cope with the pace of covid 19? This poem was my outlet. It is heavy, but the times are heavy and allowing myself to feel puts me in solidarity with the suffering of others, and my own suffering. I hold all of you in my prayer.
(Upon seeing Aid Units take neighbors to hospitals)
Had shrunk to a sliver
While I rested safely
In the crook of her crescent elbow.
Yet today, as sometimes happens here,
Sol soars above the Salish Sea
In full, bold brilliance
Prompting squints to soothe and temper.
But try as we might to temper traffic-
The Aid Units keep on coming.
How I long to stagger the relentless surge
Of this viral onslaught.
Let me linger longer in that calm crescent cave
Where raw sadness can live its way back to hope,
Where I can hone the creed
That all is well-
C. Rita Hemmer Kowats 4-20-2020
Birthday of my father George J. Kowats +1988
This sculptor does poignant, skillful work. You might enjoy visiting this website.